Wisdom
Sickness, contempt, and pessimistic, thoughts, dreams, and situations become ephemeral just long enough to analyze in the slightest form.Time being assassinated with reason and ridicule.pure hate of senseless decisions killing the grandfather clocks hands and embracing the stokes.thinking is only the start of your cries.....time stops....you die.........time starts again but with a fragment of wisdom you live to learn your lesson and live another day.......petty not your self but others for they have not yet to live.
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LoveIsNotSympathyposted on 12/13/2007
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